she’s heard that lee taemin was the one to go to if she ever wanted to try ‘the good stuff’ that people have been talking about in school. they all had the same dealer, apparently. they only knew about taemin, so she decided, why not see what’s up? it’s not like she’d try it though, she didn’t have any intentions of doing so. although it seemed exciting… especially for a girl her age. but, she couldn’t betray isa like that. her friend was in the same business, and he had already offered her when he got her alcohol (what an actual sweetheart.) or so she thought. “uhh..” she knocks at the door of the shop, her gaze stuck on all of the tools hung up on the wall. what was she going to do, try to start up a conversation with a secret drug dealer, although he’s known as a mechanic to the public?
Taemin had busied himself lighting a cigarette, flickering the zippo in his hands with practiced swipe of his thumb. It proves a little more difficult with wet hands from his shower though he’s happy he took the time to scrub some of the grit from them despite never really getting rid of all of that grease in that step in shower. It was bigger than his own at home, fixings to match the rest of the chrome found throughout the shop, a little more exuberant additions he added in himself, and so he didn’t mind it from time to time, especially in hot, humid weather like this. When she knocks it’s a hollow metal sound that reaches through the garage easily, it echos, deep unsettling vibrations throughout. Blowing smoke, only mild annoyance creeps onto his features. It’s past closing time, he couldn’t be bothered to add another fuck up to his list of things to fix before Friday. Placing the cigarette between his lips, he tugs his slouching jeans up and grabs the neon pink shirt from earlier. He opens up the heavy door, --the humidity seems to have seeped into the night-time air and at first he doesn’t notice the girl standing there, very out of place, with the big eyes and small face. He looks over her as if another person were waiting for him just on the edge of the large willow hanging over his old ‘14 baby blue mustang. It’s too hot for his shirt and it hangs from his shoulder, a habit from throwing his hand towel over to greet customers.
“Oh.” when he finally catches her, his ashes are crumbling over, and billowing smoke blowing from his nose as he finally breathes out and he knows she’s sure to smell like menthols later in the night. “How can I help you sweets?” he moves, holding the door open for her and offering her entrance, his chest already glistening from water and sweat and he almost frowns at the idea of having to actually put his shirt on. It proves for him to look a little less menacing when he’s wearing it however, kicking the door closed behind her, with a soft smile carefully placed on his lips and with an easy, attentive gaze he watches her. “Here for somethin’? I don’t see a car--must be a different kind of fun you’re looking for, I’ve got those amusement park coupons,” he clears his throat, sitting down where his usual customers get comfy, kicking his feet over to cross his legs. “Kids like that kind of stuff, 60% discount when you bring a friend n’ shit,” his eyes smile as he takes another drag, he’s not a chain smoker by any means but tonight feels like the night he wants to savor the nicotine. “That’s what you want, right?”
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